Pantyhose Stress

Like a virgin to stressed messes surging, I struggled with bridges on parental ridges when I wore both Mom and work britches. Young years adhered pleasure steered twitches but grown changes sewed pressure stitches. I changed to a day and night striving female getter-doner; an energizer twit-nit who conquered to-do lists into done bits. I became an every week day employee, pay postured towards green seen garnered. I was more a get-byer than I was a future green funds keen accumulator. Nightly, I morphed into dinner’s meal cooker still dressed in work time's pantyhose stress. I dreamed of a pajama seamed frame before next becoming a kitchen mess cleaner, homework tutor, tub time clean scrubber and loving night-night time book reader. I found no awake's take was sweeter than my child’s beddy-bye kissy keepers and prayed my son’s most precious styled love would counter the stresses that I was made of. ...CayCay March 16, 2020